Katherine settled back against the wall, her eyes distant as she gathered her thoughts. She and Adam were now seated on the bed, with her resting her head on Adam's shoulder.
It was… odd. For all intents and purposes, they would be considered strangers. They haven't met for twenty years, and the time they spent together before that was only a little over a year.
And yet… Katherine had never felt this close to anyone other than Adam. Adam felt the same.
Well, perhaps what happened during that length of time mattered more—for Adam, the White Room and her was his entire world for that year. It made… sense, in a way.
"You know… When I first met Dr. Aniston, she was... stoic. Professional. Cold, even. But whenever she talked about you..." Katherine's voice softened. "Her whole face would light up. Like she was talking about her own child."
Adam listened intently, pieces of his fractured memory continuing to click into place.
